Flying at Forty

Erica JongErica Jong

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You call me
courageous,
I who grew up
gnawing on books,
as some kids
gnaw
on bubble gum,who married disastrously
not once
but three times,
yet have a lovely daughter
I would not undo
for all the dope
in California.Fear was my element,
fear my contagion.
I swam in it
till I became
immune.
The plane takes off
& I laugh aloud.
Call me courageous.I am still alive.
Erica Jong
About the poet

Erica Jong

1942/AmericanErica Jong—novelist, poet, and essayist—has consistently used her craft to help provide women with a powerful and rational voice in forging a feminist consciousness. She has published 20 books, including eight novels, six volumes of poetry, six b…

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